The Riddler Get Out of Terra

The man with red cheeks was still not relieved, so he gave the tied man another hard slap. He also took out a stack of paper written with Usas language from his pocket, stretched out his hand and threw it from the one-meter-high execution platform. Get down!

"This beast can't read! Just draw the news on the paper. Let's see if all your family's food is on it!"

The man pointed at the young man standing at the front who was filled with indignation, his whole face was red from the cold, and he was desperate. He was gnashing his teeth and wanted to bite the fat middle-aged man to death, and asked him to spread out the paper he picked up:

"A big circle with six small circles inside it means my family has grown sixty kilograms of grain this month! A square with four small circles inside it means that my family has grown forty kilograms of grain!"

"What a beast!" The preacher kicked the middle-aged fat man again, making him howl like a pig, and then continued to reason with more and more villagers:

"Our integration team knows that everyone is having a hard time. The weather is cold and the ground is cold! How can we grow good food! How much thought and effort have been spent! Everyone can see it!"

He pointed to the large stone mill in the center of the village:

"It is difficult to peel grain. The young men in our integration team worked day and night. They worked exhaustingly for five or six days.

I just made this plate of stone mill for everyone, so that everyone can eat good noodles. "

"Farming is not easy. You have to plant all over the ground, and it is a problem to harvest even two kilograms! Our young man from the integration team found out. He took the Originium Reactor given by the captain and stayed in the field for how many days. How many kilograms of grain can be produced from the fields?! How many young men have fainted from exhaustion?"

"Everyone has seen it! We know that we can't get salt and are short of salt and materials. It's the young man from the messenger team who has traveled many miles to help us find salt and materials? How are you all doing now?"

"it is good!!!"

The crowd shouted hello, and the villagers waved. In the past month and a half, the villagers have noticed whether the integrated farm team has treated everyone well or not. The food they eat, the water they drink, and even the salt in the vegetables are all obtained by others. It’s half the price of those evil businessmen who knock bones and suck marrow!

He also led the big guys to drive away those hungry animals in the tundra who were scrambling for food. How could the villagers not see clearly?

"You guys have seen it. These are the beasts. First, they watch the dishes being served, and they want to drive away the young men in the team so that the guys can't eat good food! It's also these beasts who collude with those profiteers to raise prices. We don’t have any food left at home!”

"It's these beasts who found that they couldn't drive away the integration team and couldn't get everyone to buy salt from those evil businessmen, so they betrayed our news! Once the people from the picket team came, they could let them go big guy?!!"

The tall man who was impassioned on the stage spoke sincerely, with a sincere look and a sad voice. Even a passerby like Ino, who had little to do with the farm, had a good impression of the people in the integration team after listening to his words. He also hated the four Ursans who were tied to the stakes even more.

Not long ago, the tall man just finished listing their identities one by one:

The one on the far left with a sinister face is a well-known gangster in the farm. He bullies men and women and commits all kinds of evil. Yesterday he stole rice from the integration team and burned old man Shaman's field. Today he was found out by the integration team and the stolen goods were confiscated. , tied to a wooden stake awaiting disposal.

The one on the left side of the center is a scoundrel with an idle look. He climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to bully orphans and widows. He was discovered by a young man patrolling at night from the integration team. He knelt down and captured him. Today, he and the gangster were tied to a wooden stake for public display. .

The person on the far right who was kicked and beaten by the tall man was the gangster who had just reported the news to the pickets. The integration team followed the news and killed him and his accomplices in one fell swoop. However, the space on the high platform was limited, so the leader A fat middle-aged man was tied to a wooden stake.

The one on the right in the middle is naturally the evil businessman who colluded with the middle-aged fat man. The villagers exchanged grain and medicinal materials for salt from the messenger team and stopped buying from him. This unscrupulous beast promoted the messenger team's stuff in the village. There was a problem, but he was found to be shoddy by the integration team...

In a small village, everything from grain to salt is eaten alive by animals. It is no wonder that it is so difficult for farms on the Ursus tundra to survive.

"The integration team investigated what these people did one by one! Everyone knows what happened to the food. Salt, we also cooked the food in front of everyone and ate it. These sneaky people , before the integration team came, everyone knew who he was."

"Now, we have caught them all! The evidence is conclusive! Everyone is outraged! What should we do, everyone?!!"

The tall integration team speaker took advantage of the heated atmosphere of the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Kill!! Kill!!!"

Sure enough, his words ignited the anger and hatred that had accumulated for a long time. The villagers shouted loudly. The young man standing in front even picked up the stones on the ground angrily and threw them at the head of the middle-aged fat man:

"This is what you [Usas expletive] without [Usas expletive] deserve! [Usas expletive]! My whole family starved to death last winter until I was the only one left! It's all you [Usas expletive] Sass expletive] Well done!!!"

"Okay! Now that everyone knows what's going on and has made a decision, let's integrate the team and redress everyone's grievances!"

The tall integration team announcer stretched out his hand to the team members in the audience, and the sturdy Ursus young man immediately piled firewood at the four typical feet. The last integration team member who came on stage directly lit the torch in his hand, and before stepping off the stage Put it in the hands of the preacher.

"Don't be afraid, big guys. From now on, the integration team will make the decision for you! If someone bullies you, our integration team will fight them hard! If there is no food, the integration team will lead the big guys to farm! If there is no salt, the messenger team will travel hundreds of miles to buy it. trade!"

"In the future, there will never be these black sheep bullying everyone!"

The preacher shouted to the villagers in the audience at the top of his lungs. The already fierce atmosphere in the crowd suddenly became more intense. Whoever cheered, the gathered residents also began to celebrate loudly.

In such an atmosphere, the preacher threw the torch into the firewood, and the four villains screamed like killing pigs, and the fierce fiery snakes began to devour all sins.

Ino and the teacher stood in the dark, looking at the crazy crowd. They couldn't help but look at the teacher, trying to observe what the integration team leader thought of all this.

He only saw a pair of cold eyes reflecting the blazing flames on the high platform.

Chapter 36 Comfort

"Teacher...is this too intense?"

Ino hid in the dark with his teacher, watching the preacher of the integration team preach the creed of integration in the enthusiastic atmosphere of the villagers. Instinctively, he felt that this behavior seemed not good.

"Of course it's not good," Qiao Lun glanced down at little Li Boli:

“But it had to be done.

We need to set up the most specific targets for the villagers to see, so that they can understand who are the enemies and who are friends as quickly as possible. Those four people have done all kinds of evil, and they will naturally be pushed up as the price for the villagers' surrender to the integration team. "

"Then let them continue like this? I think they will collapse soon!"

Ino complained a lot about the team leader's extremely instigative and simple and crude actions, and always felt that he could not do that to him.

"Then what should we do?"

Qiao Lun touched the fluffy feathers on his head and asked.

"Well, isn't it okay to be like Base No. [-]? Let the villagers see the pros and cons. Those who follow us will be fine. Those who don't will suffer. Wouldn't it be better to speak with facts?"

Inno could apply the behavioral patterns of Base [-] to life on the ground.

"Base No. [-] is a model, but the model cannot bring reality, Ino," Qiao Lun replied to him:

"People are forgetful. It is the state of most people to forget the pain after the scars are healed. Do you think that if we do not use the most drastic means to quickly end the integration of the village, after a long time, our efforts will only be a long one?" A small sapling.”

Drake pointed to the villagers who spontaneously gathered around the preacher:

"The reality is that there are many emergencies, and there is no order like in the base where everything is under control.

Ino, just two days ago, everything was fine, but just one night passed. The pickets received the news passed by the traitors, the businessmen caused panic in the villages, and the evil beasts who bullied men and women came out to fish in troubled waters..."

"If the whole turmoil is not ended quickly, all the efforts made by the integration team in this village will melt away and collapse at the first touch."

Tartarus pointed to the integration team members who put on their clothes and went to inspect the fields:

"The integration team you see now has six people, but in fact a standard team is configured with 20 people. Among the remaining fourteen people, ten people go to deal with the pickets that are coming in force, and four people are observing the situation outside the village. , to prevent someone from raiding the village."

"The only constant in this world is change itself, and emergencies will never be rare, not to mention..." Qiao Lun smiled strangely: "How do you know that the preacher does not know that such fanaticism is dangerous?"

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There was great doubt in Ino's small eyes.

"Don't worry, just wait, there will be what you want to see tonight."

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Every village in Ursus is similar at night, especially in the tundra, where there are often pattering snowflakes flying and falling from the sky, circling and undulating in the wind, and they are as beautiful as the winter fairies in Ursus legend.

But just as creatures such as winter goblins are often associated with death, the snow on the tundra can easily rob other lives of their warmth inadvertently. Therefore, after midnight, scavengers on the tundra will always find a few bodies that failed to hide. A stiff corpse that had been exposed to the cold.

There is light in the village.

Thanks to the various daily necessities brought by the messenger team for trading, the farmers in this farm were finally able to gain perspective in the middle of the night, and they were also able to read some enlightenment-type texts.

——When the integration team linked literacy with accounting and bookkeeping, the profit-seeking Usas farmers knew what to do at night.

They have indeed benefited from this. The smart people who were the first to be literate can now understand the numbers on the seed bags, can easily pick the best batch, and grow more food. They can communicate with the boys in the integration team. Sometimes, I have more to say.

Their benefit made other farmers naturally tend to learn some useful words, and the integration team's patience in education and no secrets allowed them to obtain teaching materials at a low price as they wished.

In the farms controlled by the integration team, there will definitely be more and more lights like this late at night.

Ino has such a firm idea.

In such a cold weather, some people did not return to their homes where the fireplace was lit, or throw themselves into soft fur chairs to enjoy the warmth. Instead, they gently walked to the door of each house and knocked on the door one by one to apply for entry.

——When the light illuminated his face through the crack of the door, every farmer recognized him as the cheering preacher in the afternoon.

This tall man who was impassioned in the afternoon was surprisingly gentle late at night. With a friendly smile, he greeted the farmer who saw him and politely asked to come in.

He always tries his best at times like this.

Qiao Lun and Ino also tried their best to sneak close to the window and eavesdrop.

"Thank you for the hot water, big brother and big sister. It's been really cold outside recently, thank you very much!"

The speaker did not use the aggressive high-pitched tone in the afternoon. In the private moments at night, he spoke softly and in a gentle tone, which unconsciously made the listener take off his guard.

"After this afternoon, I guess my eldest brother must feel very uncomfortable when he thinks about what we did in the afternoon. After all, the pickets are not soft persimmons. I am actually worried about retaliation."

"Ah, how could I not be worried? When our captain sent us here, he made us issue a military order. If we abandon everyone and run away, he will take our heads first."

"Ah? Harsh? No, no, no, not harsh at all. We have been with the big guys for more than a month, and everyone knows who we are. The captain has a good saying, if you want to be sincere, you have to be honest. I really want to change it.

Since this

In this way, we are a family, and we have become a family. When disaster strikes, how can we leave our family behind? "

"But brothers and sisters, don't worry. We also have good things in our hands. Tomorrow, at most tomorrow afternoon, those few pickets who know our situation will be captured by our young men, and they will be killed by then. Who knows what we are doing?" Is there a good harvest? Do you think so?"

……

Ino looked at the team leader who was relaxing on a chair in the firelight and drinking with the excited owner of the house holding a big teapot. He found that his words were full of tenderness, and the sharpness in the afternoon seemed to be just a layer of camouflage that faded away. , is a normal preacher.

This kind of communication is still going on. The five integration team members who shoulder the same task all visit the villagers with soft smiles, either bringing bacon or some light wine, and after saying some comforting words, everyone talks about what has happened in the village over the years. Telling stories, eating wine together, it's as warm as the fairy tales Ino once read.

But the mission of the preacher was numerous. After more than ten minutes, Ino saw them walking out of the room, saying goodbye to the owner, and reminded them to lock the doors and windows, pay attention to fireworks, and then went to the integration team's room to make other visits. Gifts, go to the next house.

Chapter 37 Blocking

Ursus is safe and dangerous late at night.

Even in the mobile city of Ursus, various murders often occur at night. From time to time, one or two poor civilians will go missing, and the body will end up in an unknown ditch.

But compared with the tundra, the mobile city is another warm and peaceful gathering place.

There is no feasting, no wine and food, and no bustling people coming and going. Instead, there is just a lack of food and clothing, cold weather, endless ice and snow, and extremely dangerous infected refugees.

Although the pickets often win, beheading these despicable beings or selling them to slave-catching teams, and throwing these consumables into the mines, occasionally the extremely terrifying tundra ghosts will collide with the pickets, causing them to One team after another disappeared.

The picket team is not a recognized organization of Mobile City, so it is impossible to dig out the scraps from the hands of the gentlemen for work.

In order to serve as white gloves for the masters in the wilderness, they used the orders given by the well-to-do nobles in the mobile cities to exploit the farms that were also short of food and clothing.

Anton didn't want to join the picket line at all.

For residents of mobile cities, this is a normal thought.

Once they join the pickets, they become alienated from the mobile city. Too many pickets inexplicably stay in the bottomless tundra all their lives, like the walking zombies whose souls were eaten by the legendary Baron Cosiche.

But people like Anton who can’t survive in the mobile city have to come out to do picket work that they don’t want to do:

There are rules everywhere, even when selling breakfast or daily necessities, these unlucky guys who have lost their original positions have to face the "veterans" who have been struggling in the relevant fields for a long time. Favors, repeat customers, local rules... the circle Going around in circles can make beginners suffer a lot.

Anton is just an ordinary Ursusian. He has no relatives of high-ranking officials. The people around him are also ordinary. His friends are all the same unlucky people like him. No one suddenly got lucky and joined the management team of the mobile city. inside.

And he, Anton, was even more unlucky. He lost his job and his honor. The [Usas expletive] boss publicized his disobedience to the bosses in the entire city.

——So Anton, who was originally living a relatively comfortable life, quickly deteriorated to the point where he had to join the picket team to survive.

He just doesn’t want to work overtime every day without being paid!Is there any problem?

Every time he thinks of this story, Anton becomes tougher in grabbing grain from the farm.

He originally just wanted to hang out in the picket team, save some money and food to find a way to return to the mobile city, or become an ordinary salted fish, but when his team leader led him to yell at him and take the money and food from the farmers without mercy, When the farmers were made to fear and obey, Anton's mind changed.

go back?What's the benefit of going back?Aren't you being squeezed by that [Usas expletive] boss?Isn't it good for him, Anton, to act like a picket here and act like a bully?

When you are in a bad mood, you can still use a crossbow to kill the infected people who are disappearing and regrowing in this tundra like weeds. How can you live such an unscrupulous life in a mobile city?

Anton suspected that he had no brains when he didn't want to join the picket team.

Eating fried dry food, the Ursus people walking in the snowy night tightened their thick clothes, patted their cotton hats, and swept away the snow dust raised by the hasty march:

Even if the gentlemen disown the pickets, they will still leak something to them.

Just like this coat, those mud-legged people in the farm will never be able to wear it in their lifetime, but they can get it by just spending some money. They are so much better than those mud-legged people who live and die in the fields. !

Anton used the moonlight reflected on the snow to glance at the newcomers who were also wearing coats behind him. Today, he has become an experienced leader like the leader who led him. He led several newcomers and held Ursus. The military's used equipment is often obtained and requested in the farm.

As long as he keeps his eyes open, remembers the terrain, and doesn't go to the mines or undocumented encounters with snow ghosts, what does Anton think?

Just do whatever you want!

But long-term oppression will inspire resistance. There will always be a few idiots on the farm who are unwilling to contribute to expel the infected. They will try their best to conceal the harvest, pluck the grain from Anton's hands and save it. Home.

When he thought of the news from people on the front line during dinner, Anton became so angry that his teeth itched:

Without these pickets, would those infected still be lawless? !There are no pickets. If the infected people come to them and ask for food and noodles, how dare they refuse to give them?

It's not like the picket team came out to make the infected people fall into despair!